They insist that an author should write in the strictest, purest and noblest language: in short, they expect the Russian language to drop from the clouds, already refined, and that it should come naturally to the lips, so that all they have to do is to open their mouth and stick out their tongue. It goes without saying, of course, that the feminine half of the human species is very wise; but it must be confessed that our respected readers are even wiser. Dead Souls

Through the eclipse of large areas of the self, by repression and inhibition as well as by idealization and externalization, the individual loses sight of himself; he feels, if he does not actually become, like a shadow without weight and substance. Our Inner Conflicts: A Constructive Theory of Neurosis

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last. Don Quixote

Life eludes logic, and everything that logic alone constructs remains artificial and forced. Autumn Leaves